Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter ten (part one)

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I look at the lab reports, biting my hand to keep my sobs from getting loud. I'm on the floor of the bathroom, the words femiculus and pregnant burning my eyes. What does this even mean?

I curl up on the floor, holding myself, praying it's all a prank, a hidden camera...but throwing up and feeling weak for the past two months proves it's true and...I need to tell jungkook.

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I'm straddling jungkook, waiting for a reaction. We only had sex once, in this very bed and now I'm telling him I'm pregnant.

His eyes are as big as tennis balls and he's laughing. "good joke. I would've believed you if I fucked a vagina, not an asshole!"

My heart drops and I show him the lab reports, trying hard to keep my tears in. he called me weak because I cried too much. I need to show him I'm serious.

He throws the paper aside, throwing me beside him on the bed, hovering over me. His eyes angry, snarling. "well I believe you. so what? You want us to elope, living happily ever after?!"

I fist his white t-shirt in my hands, a single tear going down the side of my face in my hair. "i...they'll kill me if they find out. It'll start to show in a few months and...I'm so scared kookie! Please!"

He puts his forehead on mine, sighing frustrated. "I get it but I can't do anything! I'm in fucking high school! I can't provide for you or this baby and it's illegal...you're illegal!"

I whimper, keeping my sobs from coming out, my heart shattering. "what are you saying? I...I didn't want to be like this! I...I don't even know how it happened!"

He puts his lips on my cheeks, whispering. "I just told you you're illegal. The only way to go on is to get rid of the illegal part."

It's like my soul leaves my body. I don't even feel his light kiss under my ear, murmuring encouragingly for me to kill my child...our child.

I put the palms of my hands on his chest, trying to get him off me.

He glares at me. "what the fuck is wrong with you? you wanna keep it?! Are you this dumb?!"

I get out from under him, pushing him back. He's surprised at my actions. He's used to me being shy and intimidated, letting him do whatever he wants to me.

I wipe my tears and stare am him with fury. "f...fuck you!"

He's now shocked. I never curse.

"I don't need you...I'll...I'll keep him on my own."

He rolls his eyes, laughing sarcastically. "great idea baby. So what's your plan? I heard there is a great daycare service in jail."

I whimper, covering my mouth. He goes on without remorse, looing down at me. "if that's what you want, then walk out of here and forget I exist. If you change your mind, I'm here to help you get rid of it."

I take my backpack, breathing heavily and sobbing quietly. I'm not used to the coldness in his eyes. I want kookie back...telling me it's gonna be ok and he's gonna help me through it.

I get out of the door, knowing it's over.

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I look at my little baby bump, not visible through the shirt yet. My hands shakily holding the crinkled lab report in my fist. It's been three weeks since kookie...

I need to tell someone. someone who can help me. And the only one I trust with this is Yoongi. But is he gonna...

The door opens, and I'm not fast enough in pulling down my shirt. A 23-year-old Yoongi stands at the door, staring at me with doubtful eyes. "jimin?"

I start crying. It's the only thing I do these days. I make grabby hands at him, and he immediately joins me on the floor of my bedroom, holding my hands. "what is it? tell me!" he seems too worried but his hands are firm, giving me a sense of safety. I can't talk so I just give him the lab report. He opens the crinkles, trying to read the words and paling more every second.

He drops it on the ground, grabbing my shoulders, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "you can't tell anyone about this ok? I'll take care of everything..."

I pull back, scared that he means the way jungkook wanted to take care of everything. "I...I don't want an abortion."

He shakes his head in disbelief. "of course no! it won't be good for your health. I'm gonna convince them to send you abroad to study. A country that it's legal to give birth. ok?"

It's scary, going somewhere alone, but I guess it's the only way so I nod, feeling better that he's helping me. "they will kill kookie if they find out about this. I'm scared for him too."

His eyes soften and he hugs me, putting my head on his chest. I sniffle and listen to his rapid heartbeat. I want to say something when a voice nears us. "Yoongi the tailor's here for your wedding suit. Miyoung is talking to him right..."

Yoongi's not fast enough in leaving me and taking the paper. Aunt Daeun, my uncle Youngjae's wife and jin and hobi's mom, stops in her tracks, looking at the paper in yoongi's hands. "is that...are you sick? What are those?"

She must have recognized the design and logo of the lab. She doesn't let Yoongi talk and snatches it out of his hand. She goes through the lines, looking at me in disbelief and disgust. "you...you little shit!"

She charges at me and I brace myself for the hit but Yoongi grabs her, holding her in place while she thrashes against him. "please calm down!"

Daeun screams at him. "he's not normal! And he's slept with a man! How are you not...?"

Yoongi cuts her off, breathing unevenly from the struggle. "it's mine...the baby's mine."

She stills, looking at Yoongi in horror, tears streaming down her face. "how could you do it to Miyoung! You're supposed to marry her in two weeks!"

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Kwang tries to hit me hard enough with his staff to kill the baby and me but Yoongi takes all the hits. Finally, it's decided that I be sent away like uncle Daehyun, and never come back. It's only because Yoongi convinced them that abortion for me is not as simple as female abortion and me dying in the middle of it is not good for their image either.

They send me to my house, locking me up until I go away by the first flight possible.

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this chapter is all in the past to get you familiar with what happened. it's gonna be a long one :))